After mixing the ointment, Tingyun curiously lifted a strand of her hair and leaned in to take a whiff.
"This scent…"
"I tried to mimic your natural fragrance, but I only managed about seventy or eighty percent accuracy."
Sylvia had known she'd ask about it the moment she caught the scent, so she answered before Tingyun could even finish.
Tingyun sat up straight, lightly fanning the air with her folding fan.
"My, my~ Benefactor, you're truly so considerate. You certainly know how to charm a lady."
As she spoke, Tingyun rose to her feet, deliberately positioning her pale, slender legs right before Sylvia's eyes.
Sylvia didn't let her gaze linger. She simply blinked, then stood up with the ointment in hand, leading Tingyun to the room where she'd slept the night before.
Once the door was closed, Tingyun removed her shoes, revealing her smooth, bare feet without socks.
As she stepped onto the bed, she quite openly displayed her delicate, almost translucent toes and the graceful arch of her feet.
Handing a comb to Sylvia, Tingyun then turned over and lay face down on the bed. She tilted her head to the side, a blush already dusting her cheeks.
"My tail is… quite sensitive, Benefactor. You must be gentle."
Sylvia pressed her lips together, then knelt beside Tingyun and carefully laid a hand on the fluffy tail.
The soft, warm fur felt entirely different from human hair. A gentle fragrance wafted through the air, subtle and just strong enough to envelop Sylvia softly.
With her left hand, she combed through the fur, while her right hand gently smoothed and stroked it, occasionally applying a bit of pressure or kneading lightly.
It was her first time touching a foxian's tail—it felt like handling an enormous, plush stuffed toy, and Sylvia found it hard to pull her hands away.
After a little exploration, Sylvia began to apply her skill in earnest.
She scooped up some ointment with her fingers and worked it deep into the fur, starting from the very root near the base of the spine.
A sharp, shuddering gasp escaped Tingyun's lips, louder than the rustling of the comb through fur or the sheets. It was a soft, breathy sound that seemed to hang in the air.
Sylvia's own hands stilled for a moment, while Tingyun's whole body went rigid in response.
Her pale toes curled tightly against the sheets, and the half of her face that was visible burned a deep crimson.
"Benefactor…" Her voice was a weak, throaty whisper, but Sylvia's fingers had already moved further down her tail, continuing their work.
With the ointment's enchanting fragrance and potent effect, a wave of heat and tingling, electric sensations radiated out from the base of her tail, spreading like wildfire through her veins.
Tingyun felt her body instinctively arch, a low moan catching in her throat before she could suppress it, then relax into a boneless languor.
This cycle of tension and release repeated several times under Sylvia's work, each wave of pleasure leaving her more pliant than the last.
A profound sense of release, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, washed over her, but it was coupled with a deep, throbbing warmth that pooled low in her belly. Her limbs felt weak and liquid, utterly useless.
The ears on top of her head twitched and trembled uncontrollably.
Tingyun had never experienced such an intimate, overwhelming sensation. If she had to rate it, she'd say Sylvia's skill was less like a massage and more like a form of exquisite torture.
Her fluffy tail had completely surrendered, now a heavy, languid weight across Sylvia's hands, its every twitch and quiver a direct reflection of the shivers running down her spine.
Unlike Acheron's reserved demeanor, Tingyun's body was far more expressive.
Though the sensation was divine, she was utterly mortified by the sheer volume of her reactions, by the way her body seemed to sing under Sylvia's touch.
Just those few skilled touches, and Tingyun felt a fresh wave of heat flood her cheeks.
How could she be so… vocal? So responsive?
She'd been massaged by plenty of professionals before, but none had ever drawn these kinds of shameless, shuddering sighs from her.
Yet, the relentless waves of physical pleasure, the way her muscles clenched and melted without her permission, made it impossible to form the words to ask Sylvia to stop.
Her right hand gripped the folding fan so tightly her knuckles were white, her palm slick with sweat.
A deep blush spread across her pale thighs, and a fine, fragrant sheen of perspiration glistened on her skin, making her gown cling to the small of her back.
And all the while, Sylvia remained fully focused on the tail. Her hands moved with practiced skill, kneading and stroking, and with each movement, another broken sigh was coaxed from Tingyun's lips.
Soft, breathy, utterly involuntary sounds drifted continuously through the room, weaving naturally with the rustle of fabric and their mingling breaths.
By now, Tingyun's mind had simply given up, overridden by sensation.
One moment, she was regretting agreeing to this, fearing she'd completely disgrace herself.
The next, she was desperately scheming how she could convince her Benefactor to do this again, and again.
One second, she was pondering the magic in Sylvia's hands; the next, she abandoned all thought and simply drowned in the rising tide of pleasure.
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Grooming a single tail didn't take very long. Even so, by the time Sylvia finished, Tingyun was utterly spent.
Her ears lay flat against the pillow, her face was flushed a deep rose, and her chest rose and fell with ragged, open-mouthed breaths. Her body was glistening with sweat, her limbs occasionally twitching with the aftershocks of sensation.
It wasn't until Sylvia had put away the leftover ointment that Tingyun could even try to gather the shattered pieces of her composure.
Weakly, she pushed herself up on trembling arms, her face burning.
She fixed Sylvia with a gaze that was meant to be reproachful but, through her heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips, only managed to look thoroughly, utterly ravished.
Her damp clothes were plastered to her form, leaving little to the imagination.
"…"
"…"
The two of them stared at each other in the thick silence, and Sylvia found herself growing warm and dry-mouthed at the blatantly sensual picture Tingyun presented.
She laid a warm, damp towel over Tingyun's head, covering those dazed, tempting eyes.
"Here, wipe off your sweat."
"…Mhm." A tiny, choked sob of a reply came from under the towel. Tingyun's entire body still thrummed with a faint, sensitive tremor.
"If you'd like, you can take a bath here before we head out."
With that, Sylvia didn't linger. She fled the room, needing to escape the intoxicating aura of pleasure that clung to the air.
As for Sylvia herself… she desperately needed to cool off.
She'd only groomed a tail, yet Tingyun's reactions had been a symphony of whispered pleasure, far more intense and openly sensual than Acheron's endurance.
Her cheeks burning, Sylvia hurried off, popped open a bottle of SoulGlad, and gulped it down, trying to drown the memory of those breathy moans.
Only after finishing the entire bottle did the reality hit her: when Tingyun emerged, how could she possibly look her in the eye?
The atmosphere had gotten so charged earlier, and Tingyun had completely lost her dignity under Sylvia's hands.
Would she come at her with that fan of hers, whacking her a few times?
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As for Tingyun, the moment the door closed, a full-body shudder wracked her frame. She dragged the towel from her head and buried her burning face into the pillow, a long, low, mortified whimper tearing from her throat.
"Ah… heavens…" she whispered into the fabric, her voice thick with spent passion and shame.
Miss Tingyun, always the picture of composed elegance, had never been so thoroughly stripped bare, both physically and emotionally.
"I was a fool…" she whispered, her body still tingling from the memory of those deft fingers. "How… how did her hands… feel so…"
Another wave of remembered pleasure made her toes curl and her legs shift restlessly against the sheets. She was utterly, completely ruined.
Even now, the base of her tail throbbed with a sweet, persistent ache, her fluffy tail lying heavy and sated against the bed, a testament to her surrender.
"How… how am I supposed to face my Benefactor after this…"
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